This is the sequel to Second Chances. We hope you like it.

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Co-written by RatedrKjErIcHo

He held her hand, foot pressed on the gas pedal as he sped through traffic praying the whole way he'd get her to the hospital on time.

"Hang in there baby. We're almost there." He said as he looked over at her. Her face was pale and her once vibrant blue eyes were dulling quickly.

"R..remember the day we met?" She asked softly. "You fell off the side of the ring..." she said laughing a little. "I think I knew then how much I loved you." She said coughing a little. Blood and saliva dripped down her and she winced a little. "You were the...be..best thing that ever happened to me Mike. Please don't ever forget that."

"Nikki...don't...don't talk like that. Please. Just hang on, we're almost there."

"I...love you Mike. I always have...and...I always will." She said softly.

"I love you too. Just hold on for me. We're...we're here." He said as he threw the car in park in front of the emergency room doors. He walked over to the passenger side and pulled her out of the car. He rushed her inside and she was taken back. The nurse had thrust a clipboard in his hands and as he looked down at them, he realized they were covered in her blood. He stared at the clipboard.

Mike shot up with sweat covering him. The dream felt so real. He was back to the day that Nikki died. The day that change his life. He got up out of bed and headed to the kitchen for some water. Hoping to calm the nightmares. But nothing seemed to help. Nothing seemed to dull the pain. And every time he woke up, he half expected to feel the warmth of her laying beside him in bed. To be comforted when she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. But all he'd find was a cold, empty space and silence. He sighed and walked into the living room of his new apartment and sat on the couch. He ran his hand through his hair and down his face. The light caught on his ring and he twirled it absently with his finger. He hadn't taken it off. Not since the day she'd put it on. And he didn't think he ever could.

He looked at the photos on display. There was one of Melody, John and Alden and one of Jamie, Randy, and Brandon. As well as photos from the christening. He had to smile at them. Jamie and Melody had decorated his place for him. They thought it looked homey and lived in. Everything was perfect and in place. But he felt out of place as he had since Nikki's death. He wondered if he would ever felt like he belonged. Everyone made sure he was apart of things but it was bittersweet.

He was happy for them and grateful to be a part of things. But he'd never have what they had. He'd never have children. A family. Chris had ripped that all away from him. He'd destroyed everything and Mike wasn't sorry he'd killed him. He heard a noise outside the door and glanced up at the clock. 3am. What the hell could be going on in the hallway at 3am. He walked to the door and opened glancing down the hallway in both directions before he saw her. She was up against the wall on the floor, her knees up to her chest sobbing. She looked up at him and he noticed the blood on her face and the bruises that would be visible by morning. Her clothes were tattered and her green eyes seemed lost. Mike walked out of the apartment and over to her.

"Are you alright miss?" She shook her head and he helped her up and walked her into his apartment. "What happened?" He asked as he sat her down on the couch and went to get her a glass of water.

"I was...I was mugged on my way home from work." She said shakily.

"Come on. Let's get you inside." He gently helped her up careful not to cause her any pain. "Which apartment is yours?" She pointed to the one across the hall from his. "Alright. Let's get you inside and we can see about your injuries and get you to a hospital."

She nodded. He walked into her kitchen and grabbed a warm wet wash cloth. He turned on the lamp sitting on the side table and started to wipe the blood off her face. She retreated back a little and he thought better of it and handed her the cloth. She mumbled a thank you and he sat on the end of her coffee table.

"So why don't I call the cops and you can report this? Then we can get you to the hospital and make sure you're okay." He said as he pulled out his phone which he had somehow remembered to bring with him. He dialed the number and they said they'd send someone out. He turned to look at her. "They're on their way. You should probably put some ice on that eye." She nodded.

"You know you don't have to stick around. I can handle this." She said. "I'm sure your wife is wondering where you are anyway."

He put his head down. "My wife passed away some time ago."

"I'm sorry." She said feeling bad that she brought it up. She noticed his wedding ring and just assumed that he was still married.

"That's okay. You didn't know." He replied holding in how much it still hurt to talk about her. How he still wished she was there. "I'll...uh. I'll head back to my apartment. It was nice to meet you..."

"Ryann. Ryann Morris."

"Mike Mizanin." He said. "I'm sure I will see you around." He got up and walked out. He saw the police and paramedics coming up the stairs. He was glad she would get the help she needed. He walked into his apartment and sat down. It had been an eventful night. But the sight of what happened to Ryann brought back memories of when Nikki was attacked. And he knew sleeping was going to be no use. He turned on the TV and sighed as he stared mindlessly at the infomercial that was selling the newest, greatest kitchen appliances and felt himself start to dose. He tried to fight it. Tried to prolong the inevitable. The nightmares. The sight of Chris shooting her. The sight of his hands soaked with her blood as he held the clipboard of stark white forms. He hadn't been in the room with her when she'd taken her last breath. He hadn't been able to hold her hand or kiss her goodbye. He'd only been able to grieve over her lifeless body. He felt himself dozing off and like always the nightmares came. He wondered if they would ever stop.

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